Silent as a tree, rooted to the ground
I am here, waiting for a sound
Sharp wind, and cold rain come down
Silent as a tree, rooted to the ground

What a sad gravestone I must make
Top of the cliff with the weather beaten face
Lifeless ghost, fade away while you wait
What a sad gravestone I must make

Nothing grows here on scorched earth
Hold a vigil to whom I loved first
Stay planted, alone in cursed dirt
Nothing grows, here on scorched earth

Each day eden feels a little more lost
Every cheap night comes to tender its cost
Tropical garden, given to the frost
Everyday eden, feels a little more lost

Alone in the dark with this childish heart
Flatline long time, begging the restart
A masterpiece hidden, suffer for the art
Alone in the dark with this childish heart

For, between there and this, is an infinite abyss
Two inches away is where I sit
So enthralled, seduced by "what if?"
Between there and this, is an infinite abyss

Your voice is faded, warmth long removed
A stubborn hostage, get hurt if I move
This is fools' will, something to prove
My voice faded, warmth long removed


One thousand rooms, filled with patience

I learnt that once, it is my statement

This hilltop is a hospital basement

One thousand rooms, filled with patients.